ON ST. GEORGE.

SEE here, in George's portraiture, a true
Description of what Christians ought to do:
No civil wars, no brothers' blood imbrues
His righteous hands, he no such foes pursues;
The cross his ensign is, his faith his shield,
His sword the Scripture, his own heart the field,
His enemy the dragon-him alone

He thinks it worth his while to set upon :-
O God, that we, who George our champion call,
Save such as these would fight no fights at all!

FIRST OF MAY.

SUCH due respect the Romans to their grave
And hoary elders, though but heathens, gave,
That next their guardian deities they set
Their names upon this month's fair frontelet;
Which it keeps still unraz'd, and, to this day,
From those grand Majors is surnamed May.
Age crown'd with wisdom high regards doth claim;
"Ancient of days," is God's own glorious name;
Whose more especial stamp doth seem to be
Engrav'd upon their snowy sovereignty:

Yet such is our foul sin-Oh, woe the while !—
We slight the duty, though we own the style.

THE judicious reader will infer from the subjoined poems by FLAT MAN, that this writer, if unworthy of all the praise lavished on him by his contemporaries, as little deserves the severe and contemptuous censures which more recent critics have passed upon his pretensions to the character of a poet.

THOMAS FLATMAN.

A THOUGHT OF DEATH.1

WHEN on my sick bed I languish,
Full of sorrow, full of anguish,
Fainting, gasping, trembling, crying,

Panting, groaning, speechless, dying,
My soul just now about to take her flight
Into the regions of eternal night;

Oh tell me, you

That have been long below,

What shall I do

What shall I think-when cruel death

That may extenuate my fears?

Methinks I hear some gentle spirit say,

Be not fearful: come away!

appears,

Think with thyself, that now thou shalt be free,
And find thy long-expected liberty!

Plainly the prototype of Pope's "Dying Christian ;" and perhaps derived from the same source-the well-known verses of Adrian.